(Let it be understood that the following photos are stolen from my fabulous sister, Clara, because I am tired of having no photos on my blog posts.)
|I got him Birkenstock sandals.|
|We got Annie a Clifford computer game, but Harriet thought she would like it, too.|
|Edmund enjoyed the loud music.|
Yesterday evening, while Steve and Levi played video games with other folks, Clara and I came back to my house to bathe the Three Musketeers. We were slightly apprehensive about sticking them all in the tub, due to Mima's I-Hate-Baths-Therefore-I-Will-Scream tendencies, but we stuck Edmund's baby tub in the bath, filled the rest of the tub with water and plopped everybody into their respective locations. All was fine and dandy. The girls played and splashed. Edmund relaxed in his private spa.
And then, the water in Edmund's tub turned a decided shade of yellow.
Yep, he was too relaxed.
Then it overflowed into the girls' bath.
Harriet and Jemima both started bellowing and screaming "YUCKY!" as we quickly managed to whisk everybody out of the short-lived bath experience. Oh well. Little brothers will be annoying and gross sometimes. It's payback for having to be subjected to pokes in the eyes, pats on the head, and being forced to wear pink frilly hats.